‘At any hour he pleases to appoint.’
‘A visit signifies...’
‘Whatever it signifies!’
‘I’m thinking of the bit of annoyance.’
‘To me? Anything appointed, finds me ready the next minute.’
Her smile was flatteringly bright. ‘By the way, keep your City people close about you: entertain as much as possible; dine them,’ she said.
‘At home?’
‘Better. Sir Rodwell Blachington, Sir Abraham Quatley: and their wives. There’s no drawing back now. And I will meet them.’
She received a compliment. She was on the foot to go.
But she had forgotten the Tiddler mine.